My uncle harumphs at him. “None of thatsirshit. Winston is fine.”
“Thank you, Winston.”
“Good, good. Reid, why don’t you take Harlan out to the barn and show him around?”
“Sure.” I nod as I slowly extricate my hand from Harlan’s thigh, but not before giving his cock a gentle squeeze. He grunts, his eyes blazing as they lock on mine.
Good Lord Almighty.
There’s so muchheatand promise there, like the kind that says, “you’re in trouble” and “I’m gonna make you forget your own name.”
Pushing back from the table, I have to adjust myself, and by the looks of the bulge in Harlan’s pants, he will too.
Moving slowly, I grab my dishes and head toward the kitchen. I can feel Harlan behind me, and to anyone watching, it looks like he’s just following my lead. But his gaze scorches my back as I knock my shoulder into the swinging door.
The smell of dinner lingers in the air as I move on autopilot, dropping my dishes off and almost running into Harlan’s strong chest.
“Nervous?” he murmurs as he takes a half step into me, his body barely brushing against mine.
“Eager,” I say, my voice shaky not from lack of confidence but from the overwhelming need to have this man claim me.
“Good.” His thumb traces over my bottom lip. “Let’s go, Christmas. I want you to show me just how eager you are.”
Sir, yes, sir.
10
HARLAN
It’s a different kind of quiet here at night in Montana. The wind through the trees and the land itself seem to whisper their own kind of language. It’s beautiful.
Peaceful.
But I can’t focus on any of it as my boots crunch along the dirt and grass on the way to the barn. Reid’s breath comes out in puffs of white as it hits the crisp air. He’s panting but it has nothing to do with exhaustion—not yet at least—and everything to do with the anticipation of what’s to come.
The walk doesn’t take long, both of us too lost in our own thoughts to speak. He doesn’t take me through the front, instead skirting the side of the building to the back entrance. I snort, finding way too much amusement in that particular parallel.
“What?” he asks as he pushes open a door that he holds open for me.
“You led me to the back door.”
He opens his mouth then closes it and shakes his head as he closes the door behind him. It’s a storage room, the moonlight illuminating just enough for us to see.
“I can’t believe you made that joke.”
My hands snake around his waist as I pull him flush against me, his body fit but not as hard as mine. I love the contrast and even more when my palms slide down to grip his ass. I groan, holding him in place as I rock my hips, our dicks grinding together and making him moan as his hands dive under my jacket, his nails raking down my back.
“I’m—I’m on PReP,” he says stumbling over the words. “It’s been a while but I’m good.”
“Me too, although,”—I wait till his eyes lift to meet mine—“it hasn’t been all that long for me.” I don’t know why I say it until I see jealousy flash in those blue pools.
Fuck, I like that.
I probably shouldn’t, but I do. Reid is so happy—so upbeat—I like that those carnal instincts still run in his veins.
Possession.
Desire.
